Happy Independence Day!

This is also Day 4 post op and I'm doing well.

Day 1 got discharged. My parents, satisfied that I am okay and in good hands, packed up and drove back to Atlanta, Donna walked me to the mailbox and then up and down another street. Big accomplishments for Discharge Day, don't you think?

Day 2 saw Dr. Bashore and he said everything appears to be healing normally. From a surgeon's standpoint my body is a work of art. I'm afraid he might be referring to Picasso's cubism period.

I am keeping all three drains at least until I see Dr. B this coming Tue afternoon. So far no complications.

Donna and I walked the entire mall, which my Droid assures me is .98 miles. Bjorn cooked gourmet Scottish salmon with alfredo sauce. I am going to bed pretty early these days and dozing in front of my newly installed cable TV.

Day 3, yesterday, I started cutting back on the pain meds, substituting Tylenol when possible. Bjorn and I walked the mall twice. Thats almost two miles, folks, I want kudos. Donna prepared an amazing veggie lasagna, with salad, appetizer and dessert.

Zida and Greg brought over a fragrant, ample container of very special soup. Nothing like the healing power of home cooked meals.

On the subject of newly installed cable: What a mind numbing time-suck television is. Truly the opiate of the masses. Exactly what I need during this time of healing. All those riveting books I have been saving to savor: too complex. I keep reading and re-reading the same sentences. I need something fluffy with three characters and a predictable plot. I hear that See Spot Run has some pretty good plot twists.

Thank you most of all for checking up on me and taking the time to send your positive energy. Thank you also for the plants (which I will try not to kill) and the flowers and food and other tangible signs that you care. I am getting better every day. My big goal for the day is to get out to the beach to see fireworks tonight.